nucmednet Chapter 49 One-hit kill
Chapter 49 One-hit kill
it's over...
Night Cat was horrified. He thought Lynn was definitely going to die this time. Although these assassins were not as skilled as him, they wanted to attack Lynn, and he certainly wouldn't be able to dodge them with his reaction speed.
My new job is gone before I've even had a chance to get used to it.
However, what Night Owl didn't know was that Lynn and the system in his mind were themselves bug-like.
Since leaving Rainbow Village, from building a new dock and command post, recruiting native laborers, to just annihilating the Blood Axe Mercenary Group, Lynn's stats have quietly climbed to level 30 thanks to the experience points contributed by the players.
A full 145 free attribute points! He had been holding back all along, waiting for this moment to reveal his trump card.
Time seemed to stand still in Lynn's eyes. He thought, "145 points of free attribute, all allocated to Agility!"
The massive amount of attribute points transformed into a terrifying warm current, brutally reshaping Lynn's muscle fibers and nerve synapses in a fraction of a second.
Faced with this certain death, Lynn didn't even pull his hands out of the pockets of his black coat. He twisted his upper body a few inches to the left in a contorted posture that defied the laws of physics.
The poisoned blade grazed his hair, only managing to sever a few strands of Lynn's hair.
The assassin's pupils dilated instantly in shock and disbelief. How could someone react so quickly?
His first attack missed, so he was bound to try again. His old strength was gone and new strength had not yet been generated, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.
In that brief moment of stunned silence, Lynn's right hand shot out of his pocket with lightning speed.
There were no superfluous moves, no fancy skills, only absolute, overwhelming speed of reflexes. He gripped the assassin's wrist, which was holding the knife, like an iron clamp.
Immediately afterwards, the absorbed green poison in Lynn's body poured out like a flood from a burst dam through his palm.
"Well……"
The assassin with the knife didn't even have time to scream before the highly concentrated toxin rushed into his veins. Beneath the skin of his arms and torso, blood vessels bulged, flashing a terrifying green light.
In just three seconds.
The assassin's body was like snow splashed with strong acid, rapidly carbonizing and dissolving from his wrists until it turned into a pool of foul-smelling, rotten flesh, slumped on the cold stone slabs of the breakwater.
In the distance, the other two assassins were terrified at the sight. Their movements became slightly unpredictable, and Night Cat seized the opportunity. Her sharp dagger flashed through the air, and she precisely slit the throats of the two assassins with one stroke each.
The sea breeze remains the same.
Lynn calmly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand with disgust, and casually threw it on the pile of rotten flesh.
In the distance, Xiaoyu and the others who were about to run over to report on the battle situation swallowed hard, completely dumbfounded.
…………
The outskirts of Pearl Harbor.
The battle was completely over, and the new players, like tireless worker ants, excitedly rushed into the mud pit to loot the loot.
There was no disappointment as expected; instead, there was a sense of nostalgia for the battle.
"Holy crap, this game's physics engine is amazing!" A new player with the ID "Big Ox" and a lazy bum was desperately using a crowbar to fasten the clasps of a full-body plate armor. "Look! Extreme cold combined with extreme heat, the metal is expanding and contracting, the clasps are not only deformed, but the material is also becoming brittle!"
"Not just the armor, look at this musket!" Another player, nicknamed Happy Blade, held up a bent barrel. "The barrel was filled with quicklime and sand. The strong alkali corrosion, combined with the barrel explosion caused by their attempt to fire, has completely destroyed the internal rifling! It's incredibly detailed!"
They didn't care at all that the equipment was destroyed. For these players, personally experiencing the feedback of battle damage that conformed to the laws of physics was the ultimate gaming experience.
Soon, Lynn's cold voice rang out in the area channel of the left-hand emblem.
"All spoils of war shall be moved to the official open-air warehouse of Pearl Harbor and no one shall keep them for themselves."
If this were any other game, players would have already started cursing.
However, this game is different! It's so realistic that new players forget it's a game, and they all obediently carry scrap metal to the warehouse.
Just as all the supplies were stored away, the little snail walked up to Lynn with a tattered ledger in its hand.
As the supervising officer of this battle, he meticulously recorded the specific contributions of each new recruit in luring the enemy, transporting supplies, and setting traps.
Lynn took the ledger, glanced at it, and then directly opened the GM operation panel in the system backend.
next second.
A crisp system notification sound popped up on the emblems of all new players participating in the battle:
[Ding! Battle settlement complete.]
You have received a new credit point reward.
The new players were stunned for a moment, then immediately opened their personal virtual panels, which were only visible to themselves. The large 0 that had been there now fluctuated to values of 50, 65, or 80, depending on their contribution.
Holy crap! Payday!
"This game actually has a virtual economy system! This isn't just single-player stats; it's an officially issued currency!"
The new players were ecstatic. They stood on the dock, looking at their virtual balances on the panel, shouting with excitement.
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Pearl Harbor, underground command post.
The heavy iron gate closed, completely shutting out the noise from outside.
At the long table, the six core veterans of the first test were Climbing Snail, Xiaoyu, Czech Public Agent, Iron Pot Stewed Big NE, Bucket Runaway, and Roasted Whole Lamb A-En, who had just survived the 48-hour resurrection cooldown and returned with full health. They all took their seats.
With the new players gone, the group immediately dropped their overly respectful attitude.
"Boss, that one-hit kill was awesome!" Carrying the bucket and running away, he casually pulled over a broken chair, sat down, and grinned.
Lynn sat in the main seat, ignoring the flattery, and instead turned his gaze to Xiaoyu sitting next to him.
Xiaoyu pulled out a sheet of paper covered with densely drawn tables from her bosom, her expression somewhat solemn.
"Gentlemen, it's good that we've won the battle. But I've done the math. If we don't find a solution soon, our Pearl Harbor infrastructure will only last three days at most before it comes to a complete standstill."
"What does that mean?" The whole roasted lamb had just been revived and was still a little confused about the situation.
"We're out of food." Xiaoyu pointed to a glaring deficit on the form. "We now have several hundred native laborers, plus new and old players. Every day, we're doing high-intensity grinding and manual labor, burning an astronomical number of calories. Before, we managed to keep going for a while by having a few of us go to the outskirts to hunt 'Floating Pigs,' but now that there are more people, the output from hunting simply can't cover the consumption."
These words created a somber atmosphere in the command post.
MapleStory isn't a cultivation island. If you don't eat, both NPCs and players will suffer from hunger, their stats will plummet, and they might even starve to death.
This hidden danger must be addressed immediately!